Daya's bike needs repair so I told her she could use mine.
This bike is 27 years old, I got it when I was 12 and I was SO EXCITED... I waited over a year for it.
Riding my bike was one of the few nice memories I have of that time.
I rescued it from my mother's hoarded house when Daya was in preschool...the last time I ever went there. It was a HUGE battle for me to be able to take my bike, even though it wasn't being used and was one of three sitting in the garage. Besides, it is my bike.
However irrational, even when THEY know it is completely irrational, taking something out of a hoarder's home- even if it isn't even theirs- results in much infliction of suffering. My mother sure did make me pay for taking my bike.
But I had wanted it back for years, and I know that i would be sitting here to this day wanting it back. Now I can give it to my daughter -- in a time of need, too- although it is a cool thing to pass down... instead of it rotting and rusting in that dangerous horrible house.
*****
Jackie bought an exercise bike from a hipster on Craigslist. She asked me if I would go with her to pick it up, and I said of course because I want Jackie to be safe, even though it was in her neighborhood.
The hipster wasn't very threatening.
DEFINITELY a trust fund kid.
She apparently has a problem with getting drunk and buying expensive stuff on Amazon Prime...she spoke about it quite casually and assumed the both of us could relate. (nope)
Even as we took the bike out a delivery man came with another HUGE box for her.
I guess she'll sell whatever that is on Craigslist too.
So anyhow we brought that bike back several blocks to Jackie's the way everyone in NYC does with no car--- in the ubiquitous shopping cart. It fell a few times, only once while crossing street, and we provided entertainment to everyone sitting out on the stoops watching the neighborhood go by.